#cloakmepls

So when Jacob stepped in through the front door and set his suitcase down in the guest bedroom, you had already planned every little fun activity ahead.

"Hi Jacob! How was your flight?" You greeted cheerily, glad that Max (obviously) liked you enough to let you meet his closest friend.

"... i think im having jet lag..." he just groaned out, sluggishly throwing himself onto the bed, meanwhile you and Max stood by the door.

To say you were a little shocked... was an understatement. You didnt take jet lag into consideration when planning. So now almost all your fun activities were thrown out the window.

You turned towards your boyfriend, who was just leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a small cheeky smile on his lips. He didnt seem to be as bothered as you.

You could only sigh "... y'know i had a lot of fun activities planned." You were talking both to Max and Jacob, but the latter guy was barely half awake.

"Tomorrow we can do them, dont worry." Max simply waved off your worries nonchalantly, effortlessly making you feel as easy as him. A single wrong day wont ruin everything, right?

"But tonight.... i just wanna enjoy my last few hours intimately with my beloved girlfriend." His smirk widened, hand reaching out to wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer as his head craned down to press kisses to your neck.

"Youre saying like its the end of the world or something." You scoffed, but his smile only widened "Maybe."

What a goofball.

-

The next day when Jacob had rested well enough, he was up and ready again, full of energy and funny bits as usual.

"I wanna make sure youre safe and sound Max..." Jacob would whisper ominously, index finger waving around like what he said was incredibly top secret stuff.

".... bro.." Max grimaces with a hand over his face, his other hand holding the spoon stilled. The joke was so unfunny he had to stop eating his breakfast entirely.

Jacob just giggled mischievously. He absolutely loved ragebaiting his friend.

You tried your best to make hay while the sun could still shine.

"Why dont we go to the beach later today?" Youd offer, turning to get both of their facial reactions. And luckily neither of them were against the idea.

Jacob stood up from his seat "I luckily brought my swim trunks, ill go get them right now!" And like a little kid in a candy store, he ran into the guest room. Leaving both of you alone, once again.

Max lifted another spoonful of the cereal he was eating to his mouth, eyes flicking up to see your own expression.

Your crossed arms and raised eyebrow had him pausing in his seat.

"... now? Are you serious?"

"When else then?"

Max squinted his eyes, but set his spoon down when he managed to make a master plan in his head. Just absolutely perfect.

He could possibly see you in your swim wear.

Shit- he already felt himself get hard.

"..."

He just stared at you for a bit longer, before standing up stiffly and slowly making his way towards your bedroom, trying not to give himself away. All you did was just watch him with furrowed eyebrows, confused.

... guess youre going to the beach then!

-

You — prepared as always — got all the essential stuff: sunscreen, some light snacks, water, towels... and... believe it or not... 

A weak plastic set of shovels, molds and a bucket. Which Jacob happily snatched from you and started playing with, building his sand... empire.

Honestly it was so big and ominous you couldnt really call it a sand castle.

Max was planning to help Jacob on building it, but before you could let the boys have their fun, you just had to torture your boyfriend a little. All in good, harmless fun though!

"Max- hold your horses." You called before he could join Jacob (or go and kick his hardwork)

He just clasped his hands together and had an innocent smile on his lips "Yes my love?" your boyfriend greeted back.

"Help me?"

Your hand reached over for your bag, fishing for something deep inside before showing what you were holding. Sunscreen.

"... you.. want me to rub some sunscreen on you?" His smile instantly faded, but not because he wasnt interested.

Oh no, trust me, he was VERY interested.

"Just my back, i can reach the other places just fine." You reassured him, but he was quick to drop to his knees beside you on the laid out towel, snatching the sunscreen from your hand and squeezing some out to his other free hand.

"Arent you eager?"

"Hush."

You just smiled, watching him cautiously apply the cream near your spine, almost like he was handling a very delicate art piece and had no desire to break it.

You would be lying if you said it didnt feel a little sensual and intimate.

Max even went as far as to rub some more sunscreen onto your legs and arms, regardless of the fact you told him you could do that by yourself just fine. Honestly it was just an excuse for him to touch you and lather some love onto you!

"... bro." Max jumped when he heard Jacob behind him, tutting and shaking his head. "Max, bro, youre not getting laid!"

"Im not- im not trying to get laid, Jacob. Im just... being... considerate."

Jacob just rolled his eyes, he didnt seem to be too interested in continuing to watch Max apply sunscreen onto you like some horndog.

"Whatever man, im gonna go build that sand castle, come help when youve stopped trying to get laid."

"Im not trying to–!" Max groaned, his head falling down in defeat, hands still on your body. All you could do was just smirk and giggle while your boyfriend kept glaring daggers into the sand under his knees. Jacob could really tick him off sometimes.

With another sigh from your boyfriend, he stood up after making sure you were all done, stretching (and flexing) his muscles to fight back the soreness that was slowly creeping up on him.

Which — like a moth to a flame — immediately caught your eye. The way his back muscles went taut and biceps stiffened. You went down hook, line and sinker with that nasty trick of his he probably had no idea he was even doing.

The fact the sun was highlighting it too had you bite your bottom lip. You couldnt help but let your eyes trail down to his happy trail and v-line. Its so hot.

Fuck.

"Jacob- no- bro the castle is gonna fall!"

... maybe later then.

-

Max was relentless in trying to get you into the water, despite your many excuses and reasonings not to.

“I just did my hair, im not getting it wet!”

 “I did my makeup!”

Or

 “Ive barely even taken in any sun yet!”

All he heard was just excuses.

“Baby please, itll be fun. I promise i wont splash you at all!” He begged, hands clasped together while you kept seated still on the towel. Shaking your head.

You were stubborn, but he was persistent.

“Max i already told yo–” you cut yourself off with an unprompted yelp. Your boyfriend picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was the last thing you expected.

You wailed and kicked, but he didnt even budge an inch. “MAX! PUT ME DOWN!” But he just snickered, hand wrapped on your back with his other hand gripping the back of your thigh.

His fingers kept squeezing the skin… youd be crazy if you werent even slightly turned on by that. “Not until i get you into the water with me!” He just teased, trudging into the water with you over his shoulder.

Jacob just stared. Genuinely, he was so tired of your lovey dovey bullshit.

The reason Max was suddenly so confident was because of the lackluster people on the beach. It was pretty late and most if not everyone has left except you three.

“Guys- lets just head home, im really tired.” The unfortunate third wheel called out, making your boyfriend set you back down. Hands still holding you by your waist. You looked breathtaking in your swim wear, and he wasnt shy to stare.

Jacob groaned, deciding to just walk back to the car with the plastic set of toys, leaving you two alone. “W-wait Jacob!” You called out, pulling yourself away from Max after pressing a quick and fleeting kiss on to his lips.

-

The drive back home wasnt actually as bad nor awkward as you thought it may be. Jacob was sound asleep in the backseat, with your lover driving and you in the passenger seat. Max felt generous enough to let you connect your phone to the cars speakers by bluetooth and let you play something you wanted.

The music was turned a little down, to not disturb the sleeping guy at the back, but it was a nice little background noise for you two.

“Yknow- i think we could go to the cinema tomorrow or something. If you guys are up for it.” You turned towards Max, catching him sending a quick glance towards you before turning his gaze back to the road.

“Im down, as long as Jacob sits on the other side of the cinema.” He smirked handsomely, one hand reaching out to switch the gear. You just chuckled. “Too bad, hes gonna be seated right between us.” You joked back, making Max whine.

The conversation between you started to flow pretty freely, like always. You just felt so comfortable around your boyfriend, and you absolutely adored talking to him. Plus every time the two of you just… talked, you could feel the connection between you strengthen.

Even if the topic was the most random crap ever.

“Almost home.” Max murmured softly. You turned around to check up on Jacob, who was now leaned up against the window, mouth agape. You just knew his dream must be really good for him to sleep like that.

When the three of you arrived home and the car slowed down to a stop, Jacob flinched up and mumbled something incoherently. Before relaxing back into the seat and rubbing his eyes. Even after that nap, he still felt exhausted. Youd be surprised what a beach trip can do to a guy.

“Cmon then, lets head inside.” You cheered, but you just heard a sluggish groan in the backseat, along with a click and the car door opening. Max just eyed you cheekily, trying not to burst out laughing. “Whats so funny??”

“Nothin…” your boyfriend just mumbled without wiping that smile from his face, making you tilt your head in confusion and concern.

Huh.

-

The second you stepped inside, Jacob was already making a b line to his bed, flopping onto it dramatically. He didnt even have the energy to change clothes or brush his teeth. Leaving you and Max alone…. again. For the umpteenth time.

“Hes out like a light, i just know it.” Maxs smug smile didnt fade once, his hand reaching out to point towards the door. “I mean come on dude.”

You just rolled your eyes and laughed. Yet that laugh got stuck in your throat pretty quickly when Max suddenly leaned up all close to you. His hands resting on your hips. Eyes just screaming that he was starved for something.

Your love, like always.

“Max… not now. I dont think Jacob is out like that in a few seconds.” But he just hummed and leaned even closer, lips peppering gentle kisses to your neck and jaw. “Please, i promise ill be quiet.”

You still didnt believe this was a good idea, but its like your body practically magnetized towards the couch, much to your resistance. (Or it was the fact Max was slowly inching you closer towards it himself).

“Max.”

“Darling.”

.. fuck it. Youll just have to hope your boyfriend keeps his promise and that Jacob doesnt somehow get really energized.

Slowly but surely, Max helped you onto the couch, being as gentle as he possibly could. His lips found yours again heatedly, yet it was anything but gentle.

A couple of minutes of just kissing and touching each other, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp and shudder (he just smiled cheekily) even as he kept making out with you. Your hand reached out to help him undress, and he in return, helped with your own pesky clothes.

You two mutually decided it would be comfortable to not fully undress. That just a quickie was enough for now, Max made a big promise to properly make love to you later after Jacob left, which you were completely fine with since he has been keeping all his other promises true.

Maxs hand slipped down to push his boxers down, just enough to let him have some room to move around. His other hand busy cradling your chest.

“Youre so gorgeous, im so incredibly lucky…” he just praised softly, pumping his hard cock for a bit before carefully nudging it between your folds. Not inside yet. “Max- dont tease me.” You begged.

Just before slipping it in, Max flinched and placed a palm over your lips. He swore he heard Jacob groan just a room over. Luckily the coast seemed to be clear and Max didnt waste another dire second. His hand left from your thigh to help guide his cock rightly into you this time. Making both of you whine.

As much as he desired to engage in foreplay with you, and have you as comfortable and ready as possible… a quickie is… well. A quickie.

“Im sorry baby- but you can take it, yeah? You always do..” Max tried soothing you. His hand returns to your thigh to massage the flesh, palm lifting from over your lips and instead choosing to silence you with a kiss. Just so he could have both of his hands free.

And he damn right used both of his hands to the fullest potential: one on your thigh and other gently resting behind your knee, carefully pushing it up so he could grind his cock just a little bit deeper into you.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He mumbled sloppily against your lips, pelvis nudging your own with every deep thrust. All you could do was just try to be as quiet as a mouse, even if it felt incredibly difficult.

The knot inside your stomach could only tighten the more his hands wandered on your body delicately and the more praises spilled from his lips. And it surprisingly didnt take long for it to snap and for your spine to arch deliciously. All Max could do was stare in awe and keep his hips rutting into you.

That was… until he felt his own climax approaching, just looming over him.

“F-frick, baby-” he whined out, before pulling out suddenly and grabbing the base of his cock. Max wasnt one to cum inside you without concrete permission.

But him jerking off onto your stomach would do for now.

With the last few pumps, his own seed spurted and stuck to your skin. With a shaky sigh he just plopped down into the crook of your shoulder, littering some more soft kisses to the skin.

“.. hey can you guys show me where i can get a glass of water…?”

Shit.

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“Yo, Max, what is that?”

“Shut up!” Plenty chimes in, his mouth full of reheated food.

“Nothing.” He closes the tab. Stopping his stream.

“Bro, had like 4 plushies on his kart” Eddie laughs and you sit there awkwardly. “Are those for you?”

“Of course not, I’m buying them for a friend.” Max pulls at the collar of his shirt before looking over at your camera, a soft smile on your lips, because about 20 minutes ago, you were telling him which ones you though were cute.

“Ohhh, a friend right” Plenty mumbles, rolling his eyes. “So, can you buy me one too? Oh, I need a new bed for Gilbert, he chewed on the one I bought last month”

“Of course not, buy it yourself”

“I never asked him to buy them” you say.

“I know” “Duh” Eddie and Plenty talk at the same time and they both laugh at how obvious Max is at times. “You probably said, oh that is cute, and he added it to the kart while you talked about how you saw a cat on the street and you wanted to take it home” Plenty rants, running a hand down his face.

“I didn-”

“How do you know?” Max laugh nervously.

“GUYS, MY PC ALMOST DIED ON ME” Jacob screams into everyone’s ears when he joins the call, making everyone jump on their seats. “Hop in the game, hop in the game” he keeps speaking really close to the mic urging everyone to move fast.

----

No matter how many times someone said it, you are quick to brush it off. “Max is just kind” or “we are just close” and “we are just friends”. Just friends, is something Max has said a lot of times to, specially on late night calls when you went to bed and only the 4 guys were left to talk.

“Like, you two act like you have been dating since kindergarten” Plenty says, tired of Max denying he is in love with you.

“No, we don’t” he argues, like always.

“Bro, you cuddle all the time, you are always texting each other, your wallpaper is a picture of the two of you,” Max opens his mouth but Plenty keeps talking “shut up, you ALWAYS bring an extra hoodie just in case, that one time when we were at that arcade and that dude was flirting you got jealous.”

“I wasn’t! why would I be?” Plenty groans, almost plucking his hairs out.

“Because!”

“Dude, just let him sulk, just wait until someone who has balls to come by” Eddie says as he tries to not laugh at the way Max frowns.

---

You sit on the couch of your apartment, the guys were over for a hang out, take out, soda, horror movies, dumb comedies and maybe some videogames. Your leg is pressed into Max, your chin resting on his shoulder as the both of you watch tiktoks on his phone. From time to time, you like one for him or send one to you, his free hand rests on the couch, near your body, tugging at your shirt without thinking about it.

“I’m done” Plenty mumbles, opening up a can of soda.

“Let him” Eddie mumbles between gritted teeth.

“I’m fucking hungry” Jacob groans, interrupting both of them in case you hear. “Let’s go out”

“No, I don’t wanna drive” Max turns off his phone and puts it on his lap “and you are all gonna leave fries all over my car, no way”

“It’s better if we eat there, the food is warm and not soggy” Plenty argues, you nod softly.

“Yeah, let’s go out” you say, stretching out your arms to push the laziness away.

“Yes, let’s go out, sure” Max says, all of a sudden eager to drive. Eddie just laughs, reaching over the couch to grab the shoes he kicked off a long time ago.

----

“Order extra cheese, extra, put extra” Plenty pushes on the screen of the self-ordering machine, you stand close to them, looking over their shoulders to look at the menu.

“It’s not working, I’m pressing” Jacob says irritated.

“Press harder”

“Hi, are you on the line?” a random voice cuts pulls your attention away from the loud voices of your friends. Besides you a boy with blond hair smiles at you.

“Oh, no, my friends are struggling to order” you say and chuckle softly when you look over at them and watch Jacob try to push Plenty out of the touch screen.

“I’m also here with my friends” he says, his hands on the pockets of his jeans now, smiling “maybe we can hang out for a bit, you know, there is a bar nearby, or an arcade if you are more into that”

“Oh, that sounds fun” you nod along” but I would have to talk with my friends and when they are hungry, they are a bit grumpy”

“I mean, we can always go together, I wouldn’t mind spending time alone with you” he tilts his head “I’m Bryan by the way”

“Nice to meet you, I-” before you can try to work around his answer you feel someone stand near you. “Sorry dude, we have plans” Max says, voice lower than usual, serious.

“Oh, you are one of the friends” Bryan sizes Max up “I came with my friends too, I can introduce you, I have some cute friends that-”

“Not interested” he says and then looks down at you “We are at the table, come on” his hand grabs yours, his fingers squeezing yours as he drags you along without giving you time to say goodbye.

“I told you, wait for someone with balls to come b-” Eddie gets cut out when Jacob elbows him on the rib, making him groan in pain. “Hi friends” he says, his hand on his rib to sooth the pain.

“Hi, oh wow, that’s a lot of cheese” you say as you sit down looking at the bacon cheddar fries in the middle of the table, Max slides on the couch of the booth, his knee searching your yours below the table.

“Yeah, Plenty was an idiot and pressed the button like 5 times” Jacob glares at Plenty who is too busy eating his burger to care.

The ride home was quieter, music on medium volume as you look out of the window. Max opens the door for you after parking the car. Everyone crashes into the couch or the rug on the living room, Eddie turns on the tv to search for something to watch as you walk to the kitchen, Max follows quietly and Eddie makes sure to turn up the volume so Plenty and Jacob don’t snoop in whatever happens there.

“Are you mad?” Max says quietly as he looks at your back, how you close the fridge and put the six pack of sodas on the counter.

“Why would I be?” you look up at him, sometimes he looks so small, no matter how big and strong he is, sometimes he does something with his eyes that makes him look like a lost puppy.

“I just- you didn’t talk to me much at dinner and, you usually bump my knee back…” one of his hands rub the back of his neck, trying to stay calm.

“I’m fine… are you okay?” you ask, taking a step closer “Because if you ask me, you seemed pretty mad, mind telling me why?” your arms cross over your chest, like daring him to speak, urging him to be honest with his feelings for once.

“I- I just didn’t like the guy”

“Why?”

“He was… blond” He shrugs and mentally slaps himself, because what the fuck is that answer. “I mean, he didn’t seem nice, who asks someone to go to a bar? And, he offered to introduce me to cute friends, what guy does that without their friends’ consent? And-”

“You were mad because he asked me out?”

“I- no! I didn’t say that, I said… I mean.” He runs a hand down his face; he is stuttering again. “He seemed like a bad guy for you”

“You always say that”

“Because it’s true, you deserve way better than some random guy, they don’t know you, I do…” Max voice dies down when he realizes what he said. “I-” he freezes, his chest raising and lowering faster than before, this was the first time he said out loud what he has always known, what he has been feeling since that sleepover in seventh grade when you patched up his knee after he fell from his bike, what he write in his diary, what he only admits to himself before bed, that he is in love with his friend, that he is in love with you.

“Yeah? Then do something about it” your voice is softer now, you make the first step and close the gap between the both of you, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, you can see his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back at your eyes, the way he gulps and how his cheek blush.

“Can I?” he whispers, his hands reaching out to grab your hips like a lifeline, scared to let go, scared that if he moves too fast or things too much he will wake up. You nod softly, giving him the final green light, Max closed his eyes when his lips softly touch yours, his hands circling around your back to hug you closer, your own arms wrapping around his neck and playing with his hair.

“OH MY GOD, FINALLY” Plenty stands at the door of the kitchen with an empty water bottle, the both of you jump, breaking the kiss but Max arms lock around you, keeping you close to him, his face hiding in the crook of your neck out of embarrassment. “Men, I just fucking lost 20 bucks to Eddie”